O child, you live like a breath
of perfume, in my head
The toys, the noise and love’s decoys
And a wooden toy car…my Rolls Royce
It is the vivid dream of paradise
Does it matter if it dies?
Collateral is the joy of sunrise
in innocent, luminescent eyes
A star is distant, but is near
in love’s cherished golden tear
Music in memory, always clear
Limpid pools in monsoon’s rear
It is resonant, as resonant as
a large bell made of brass
And I keep dancing with all my bags
to tunes of the past, that were jazz
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